rules of acquisition 40, 74, 101

He was getting things ready for the missions he had been asked to do. And by that, he was thinking up ideas on how to pull one over on the packs they were supposed to take a look at. It was often hard for him to not be a snarky smart ass, but he felt like these particular missions might need a little more tact than just waltzing up and pissing on borders. After all, he wasn't exactly in the mood to get his ass chewed up by an entire pack, but...he had to remember he wasn't going alone. Chaos would be with him for one, and his dad was pretty smart and could usually avoid trouble if he really, really wanted to. But Ares? He didn't quite have that quality. He didn't like to back down or bow to the whims of others very much. He was a prideful creature, he knew that well enough. When he heard Tyrian calling for the pack, he had to admit he was curious. Did he have more missions for them? Had the others already gone and come back to report? Shaking out his fur, he headed towards the gathering and sat down, curious to know what they were being called for.